While riding my bicycle around this morning I had a different title in mind for this post. It was a really good one too, but I can’t remember what it was. So I was ready to go with “Riding By The River On A Snowy Day.”
Then I noticed that most of the pictures I took had almost nothing to do with either the river or a snowy day. The subjects were all over the place, scattershot, inconsonant, incongruous, and if I were to take my Thesaurus off the bookshelf, I’d be able to think of some other words as well.
I should probably start with the title picture. It has nothing to do with my bike ride or bicycling in general. Wait, yes it does. I made my world-famous batch of Asian-inspired chicken wings a couple nights ago and they provided the nutrition I needed for a bike ride. Also, I was so proud of the flavor and presentation of my wings that I’m willing to inject that photo into any opportunity I get.
I did go down to the river. That would be The Mississippi River.
A few days ago I wrote that our weather was the only exotic thing I had to offer about MY Town. Apparently I disrespected the world’s third largest river system. And the BIRDS! Eagles were very active today. Geese too. Seagulls too. Ducks too.
I rode further along the river and noticed a red pick-up truck. Not that a red pick-up truck is all that interesting, but I also noticed a huge telephoto lens sticking out of the driver-side window. The lens was aimed up into the trees so, of course, I had to investigate.
Wow, there was another female eagle up there with a chubby fish in her talons and the fish was still flopping around. She must have just pulled it out of the river. I wish I could have seen that.
Again, I scared the eagle away when I tried to focus my phone in on her, and I’m sure the guy with the telephoto lens was very pissed off at me. Sorry!
I can’t expect you to remember what I wrote a few weeks ago about eagles being almost as big of scavengers as vultures, but this huntress was clearly an exception. Kudos!
Another thing I don’t expect you to remember is that time I discovered a 2-mile-long poly-propylene string. I made a video of it running along my handlebar for about a minute. Two days later, I discovered the damage caused by that demonstration. Here, for the first time ever, is the evidence.
Back to the Mississippi River. It’s big, but that doesn’t make it any more pretty than Bean Creek of Illinois. It’s just bigger than Bean Creek, that’s all. I made what Borat might call a “movie film.” (Nothing about Giuliani in it though.)
I had to get home to watch the Sunday football games. The Minnesota Vikings have a bye week, which means they can’t lose again today. However, I was anxious to root for Lednar’s favorite team to lose.
I can’t expect you to remember the picture of chicken wings at the top of the page, but I re-heated some of the leftovers for the big game. They were still delicious.